I got a new car Friday. It's pretty

Until I get pictures of it, here's the closet stock photo I could find.





I lurve it.

I have a 5 day weekend so this is what I'm doin...

First, paying bills since today was payday.
Second, calling friends and seeing whats up.
Third, Getting a rental car and driving god knows where for a while and relaxing.
Fourth, Having great sex.....
Fifth, Telling everyone about it on Sunday night
Sixth, Going to see Chevelle in concert Monday night

SOUNDS GREAT! CAUSE IT IS GREAT

OUT FUCKING STANDING

Hi everyone. I haven't been around the computer much in the last couple weeks. I've been working alot and had alot of other things happening. I promise to start writing more comments for folks and making more journal entries.

In other news......well, there really isn't any other news...sorry!

I get to go see Chevelle on OCTOBER 3rd! YAY!

WOOOOOOOOO

I've been sick since Thursday, and I was trying my hardest not to go to the doc. It was just a fever, chills, overall weakness, and some bowel problems Also, the only thing I could eat from Fri-Sun was half a salad on Fri, half a small thing of corn flakes on Sat, and most of my rice and gravy on Sunday. Finally, Sunday night rolls around and I get up to get my uniform ready for work the next day, still feeling like complete crap, and I start getting dizzy and feeling like I'm going to fall over. So I give the ER a call and get a telephone consult. I give em all the symptoms and she says come in. So I get a ride over, and here's what happened.

When I received the initial screening(symptoms, BP, HR, etc), my BP is 127/70. Normal, YAY! Then the doc asks me to stand up three minutes and says he'll do the check again while I'm standing up. So of course I comply. Right around the time the test was over and the pressure released, I passed out and fell half in my chair and half into the little empty trashcan next to the chair, with a BP of 68/40, I was dehydrated reeeaaallly bad. Oh, and my temp was 102.8.

After getting me to a bed, I had to strip, put on a gown, and luckily got not one, not two, but three blankets right out the oven. They started an IV and started me on 2 liters of fluids, and started getting more in depth about my symptoms. They took blood for a CBC Chem panel, and mono check, took a throat culture for strep, and even did a rectal exam..woooo....Anyways, everything came back negative. After the fluids were dispensed, and I stopped bugging out the nurse by playing with the empty needle in my arm, I got a shot of steroids for my throat, and got prescribed vicodin, and some amoxicillin. She put me on 48 hours quarters which means I get to sit here at home till wednesday, and told me to come in today for another throat culture.

My weekend in a big nutshell

HEY PEOPLES! I'm sorry to all the friends I've been letting down the last week or so. I've been really busy. Sorry!

So tonight I've just been watching I Love the 90s and downloading alot of music. It's been fun...woohoo and stuff...

I really dont know what else to talk about though....hmmm...I volunteered 28 hours over 2 days this weekend working at the Big Nasty Hill Climb as a staff member doing scoring, to raise money for the Air Force Ball that we're having next month. They gave me 100 extra dollars though, so that was awesome. I was not expecting to get payed! This coming weekend I'm gonna have to go do something this weekend. There's nothing happening this weekend though...sheeet....I'll have to just go to the bar and drink and ride the mechanical bull and take pictures! HAH...

So I'm gonna go back to I Love the 90s(Part Deux), and hopefully my friends will start leaving comments again. What happened to the tons of comments I was getting before!.....CRAP!!!!!!! Ok, later....

I worked 14 hours today.....I'm freakin tired.

Sorry for not writing much lately. I've just been reaaly busy....

Static X was awesome this weekend...If you ever get the chance to see their show...DO IT...

I haven't done much else this weekend, and I'm getting hungry, so I'm gonna go eat, and if I think of anything else later I'll just edit...

Later folks....

Prequelish?

Part 3

If it weren't for the fact that she'd just killed a man, Patricia would be your everyday, model, girl next door. She was the kind of woman you wished you could be with but knew better, because she was probably either taken already or too damn good for you. Her 24 years had treated her nicely and the few lines that she had developed on her face only accented her true beauty, instead of just showing some age. She was the nice lady on Aisle 4 at the grocery store, picking up salt and sugar, and smiling to you as you walked by. She would stop and have a conversation about the upcoming concerts in town, or give you some advice about the best way to clean a grass stain off the knees of your old jeans. Not quite qualified to be a soccer mom, because of her lack of children, she still portrayed that image, and anyone that saw her would guess she had at least two, or maybe three kids running around at home. Her interest in martial arts as a fitness routine never worried anyone. Although she was at the top of her class, routinely defeating her opponents in competition, she always projected an air of sportsmanship, and her deadly instinct was never provoked to the point of hurting someone. Only a few people had ever seen her use a weapon. Her exceptional skill was never known to anyone, since the only people that were lucky enough to see, were dead after the show was over. She had taught herself the most effective ways to effect a fatal blow, and she always moved with frightening power and confidence, whether in training, or actual pursuit. It was as natural to her as sight is to any other normal human. Patricia was the bait, the hunter, and the butcher. She lured her targets with thier own innate sexual desire, she took thier lives from them in the most efficient way possible, and she finally disposed of thier lifeless, cold bodies in a numb, velocious manner. It was all easy to her, and she slept soundly at night with the conscious of a saint. Her work was her life, and she considered herself a messenger of God, an angel of death. She poured down vengeance on those most deserving, like Jeremy, the man who had just two days before, won his case in court, on 1 count of sexual battery of a child under the age of 12. Jeremy who had gone out to a party in honor of his victory. Jeremy who in his drunken state made an odd, off hand comment. "One bitch cop plays with my spunk, and I'm freeeeee", he said to her laughing. "Crazy, eh?" The angel just laughed along, and spiked Jeremy's drink with GHB she had hidden away in her purse. She wished him a happy life and walked off, knowing it was going to be a long night.

Continuation of our story....

She stood over his still warm body, and stared over her shoulder at the ringing phone still sitting on the couch behind her. She contemplated for a second the possibility that he might be needed somewhere, and knew that it would be best to move him somewhere safe and leave the phone alone. She stepped over him into the kitchen and searched under the sink for some plastic bags. She took three of them and then walked over to the bread box, lifting the roll up lid to take a peek inside. She reached in and took out an electric carving knife. Knowing it would only do half the job, she jogged through the house out to the garage, and took the tree branch loppers off the wall. She walked back inside and stared at Jeremy's head. Lovely. She pulled him by his shirt near his shoulders, through the house, and out into the garage, leaving a long line of blood and entrails behind. She let him lay out on the floor, and plugged in the carving knife. Not worrying about his clothes, she cut into his knees with the knife and worked her way around the white gristle and bone, splattering droplets of blood everywhere. Then with two loud crunches, she amputated his legs at the knees. Jeremy was going to be quick work, she thought.

It’s amazing how much blood is in the human body. By the time his head, arms, and legs were severed from his body, half of the garage floor was awash with dark, oxygen deprived blood. Jeremy had been dead for over an hour now and his body was blue and cold. The smell wasn’t really that bad and she knew that she’d be able to clean up the mess within the next hour or so. She pulled open one of the trash bags and placed his decimated, decapitated head inside. She had a flashback memory of the moment she had pulled the trigger, and smiled at the thought of his grimaced face. He had felt pain, extreme pain, if only for a second. Her young mind felt no remorse for the killing, and some part of her felt oddly satisfied. She was only 19 and looked not a minute older. Her body was solid, yet feminine. She was curvy, but still small. Her skin was smooth and flesh pink. She pulled her long, silky black hair out of her eyes and took another look around the room. It was meticulously clean, except of course for the headless, limbless body. It only took her 45 minutes to get the room spotless, well ahead of her earlier guess. The floor was checkered red and black, and the blood mopped up effortlessly. She hit the garage door opener and carry three bags out to the bed of her truck, one at the time. Across the street, a little lady, grey in the hair and wrinkled like a pug, called across the street to her. “Hi Patricia, how are you today”, said the old lady. Patricia gave the old lady a thumbs up, hopped into the truck, and let her head lay back for just a second. Her energy suddenly felt drained, like she had been working all day. She put the key in the ignition and started the Chevy, backed out of the driveway, and drove west until she reached state highway 76. She turned left and drove two more miles down the highway until she got to the bridge crossing Lorrie River. The truck handled the bumpy drive down to the banks with no problems. Patricia hauled Jeremy’s body out of the truck bed and placed them into the cold river water. One at a time she cut them open and let the contents float downstream. It wouldn’t take long for the parts to make it to Lake Sunny, and she doubted that anyone would find them once they got past the dam. Even if someone did find them, any chance of him being connected to her was not likely. She was finished, and she sprawled out on the bed of the truck to soak in some sun.